i drive through the streets where i would walk
when shaking off the cast of your stare;
when shaking it off then wrapping myself in it
to re-live all our wayward whims.

& if i'm haunting you still, this time
it's not an accident.

you are standing there with all your regrets
waiting to spill it all on me,
to let it all dawn on me,
to drown me in all these
elixirs.